A/N: Hey there. So the first chapter did well enough, considering how tragically small the trollhunter fandom is on this site to write another one. Trollhunters doesn't get nearly enough attention or credibility, its pretty sad. This one isn't as wacky as the first cause, well, you know, it was Toby. And we all know how goofy Toby can be.
Everyone continued eating their meal. They were close to finishing when Eli spoke up.
"Hey, guys. If anyones interested I would like to share my own thoughts on what could've happened." Everyone stayed silent for a moment, chewing their food, until Blinky chimed in.
"Very well, young Pepperjack. We would be delighted to hear your version of the story."
"I wouldnt say delighted..." said Krell. "Once upon a time, in the mystical and cryptic land of Arcadia..." he began.
Eli's Version
"This story takes place at the museum where we fought off the sludge monster."
"You mean the grusome? Sorry to burst your bubble but me and the team took care of that." said Toby. Eli chuckled. "Yeah, right. Anyway, so there we are in the museum after it was destroyed, heading home."~~~~~
Steve and Eli were heading for the back door to exit unnoticed and disappear in the night while avoiding the authorities. They were still in there creep slayers outfit of course, with Eli scooting along in his rolling shoes with the mace still resting on his back. They were thrilled to have slayed their first creeper. They kept laughing about it to eachother, and intended to go home for a good nights rest. Once they reached the back door a security guard came rushing to them.
"Stop! Dont move."
They were caught off guard, but stopped to see what he wanted.
"Hello officer, whats the problem?" said Eli.
"You two are in big trouble is the problem."
"But how, we didnt do anything wrong," said Steve.
"You two threatened people to leave, armed with throwing stars. And your stealing a mace. We have all the footage to prove it."
The reality finally hit them of what they did, and are doing. Eli dropped the mace sofly on the ground, then nudged it away with his foot.
"Listen officer, I know this looks bad but we were doing good. We did what he had to-"
The officer held up his hand, signaling to shut up. "You can plead your story to the judge. Like I said, we have everything on tape. I cant wait to hear this one. All you kids think you can just get away with anything these days. Lets go, your coming with me."
"But we cant!" whined Eli. "There are still creeps out there to slay. We have to protect Arcadia."
"Yeah! We're the creep slayaz!" blurted Steve. The guard looked down at them, unamused.
"Here's the drill. The easy, or hard way. I'll give you a ride to the police station."
"Thanks offficer, but Im afraid that we're gonna have to...decline!" he cried out as he threw a ninja star at him. His throw was weak and unimpressive. The ninja star bounced harmlessly off his shirt, which was also a bullet proof vest.
"Thats it! Assaulting law enforcement, your going down punk." He reached for his cuffs as he got a tight hold on Elis' arm.
"What, no. Steve, do something," he pleaded.
He looked around nervously, unsure what to do. Eli continued to plead with the guard, and ressist. In the heat of the moment, Steve resorted to the only thing he could think of.
"I..uh...well, um, I...CREEP SLAYERZ!" he shouted as he grabbed the mace, and swung it at the guard in the back. Steve let it go, but it was now embedded in his back. Eli was released. The guard had a shocked expression, then turned to irritated as if the last donut was taken.
"You kids are in some big time trouble now," he said while giving them a finger wag. He then dropped to the floor, dead. The mace still sticking out of his back.
"Oh my goodness, we're murderers! What do we do now pepperjack!"
"Shhhh, dont announce it!," he said in a harsh whisper. "Lets just get out of here." They then managed to slip out without any other confrontations. They decided to retreat to Elis house to discuss their next course of action.
"Murderers, we're murderers," Steve said to himself in dismay.
"I'm not happy about it either, but maybe if we keep this quiet, no one will ever know."
"But how can we live with ourselves knowing what we did."
"First of all, your the one that hit him. Second, if we go to jail we wont be able to protect the city from creepers. Its a lesser evil, and it was an accident. It will never happen again"
Steve then grew a smile. "Hey, your right. The town does still need us, plus it was his own fault. What did he think was going to happen if he tried to arrest adrenaline fueled kids with weapons."~~~~
"Yikes, just...wow," said Jim, interupting.
"Please tell me this wouldn't be your genuine reaction, and your actually not that cruel and heartless," said Claire.
"Oh, please. Like we could ever actually be murderers," said Eli.
"Um, you just described how you would be murderers, and its not too far from reality. I had to sneak past a guard at the front door to get in," said Toby.
"What do you mean 'sneaking.' He overlooked you as you ran by him. He was just bad at his job," said Claire.
"Whatever, what matters is how messed up Eli and Steve are. You guys need therapy or something? I'll happily call a therapist." said Toby.
"Hey! We're not messed up. Eli is just...what are you doing Eli?" said Steve. Eli sighed.
"I'm trying to make an interesting story. Have you ever heard of 'the suspension of disbelief?'" Everyone nodded, except for Steve who scratched his head.
"I thought we were basing these stories on what we think would really happen," said Claire. Everyone gave an agreeing nod, then Blinky spoke up.
"If Tobias was able to proceed with his digustingly ridiculous story, then I say Eli should be allowed to continue," said Blinky
"Hey, my story was cool," said Toby.
"No, I'm afraid it very was not. Onward, Eli."
"My belief is so suspended right now," muttered Jim.~~~~~
Back in Elis' room, Steve and Eli were hiding away their creep slayerz gear under the bed and at the bottom of his drawers.
"There. Now no one can figure out, or tell who we were and what we did," said Steve. "Pretty sure our secret is safe with us, no one else will ever know." Just then, they could hear a phone buzzing.
"Whoops, its mine," Eli took it out of his pocket. "Uh oh.." he said.
"Uh oh? What do you mean 'uh oh.'"
"Its a news alert. I setted it up this way incase of creepers and to see what everyone elses thoughts were of the weirdness."
"And...?"
"And, its us." Eli flipped the phone backwards to show Steve. The thumb nail was both of them in their creep slayerz costume standing over the guard. They both gained severe expressions of fear and worry on their face. Eli pressed play to see the video. Steve stood beside him. It took a moment for the video to finally load and play.
"Hello and welcome back to another episode of 'Trolling and trolls,'" said the voiceover. "Todays video is so crazy, so sickening, and so down right awful, disgusting, and putrid that I recommend you send your children to bed right now just so you can still hear this without them being scarred for life, and here it is. Tonight, there was some trouble at the museum, but not for the reasons you think. A security guard was brutally smashed in the back with a mace, and found dead. The murderers fled the scene, never to be found."
With that said Steve and Eli let out a sigh of relief.
"Until moments ago when police reviewed the security footage." They both deeply inhaled and tensed. The video then showed a clip of them when they were first approached.
"I just wanna take a moment and give a great thanks to who ever installed these beautiful, HD cameras. Without them, this case probably would have been unsolved, and the criminals could have gotten away scott free. But nope, we can clearly see every nitty gritty little detail. Ha ha ha, sorry boys, we got ya! Not sorry." Steve and Eli exchanged worrisome glances.
"Now as you can tell, these guys are amateurs since they have litterally nothing covering their face, giving us the ability to tell exactly who they are with the help of face recognition. Great job hiding your identity!" The audio of sarcastic slow-clapping came up.
"But you may be asking 'Who, exactly are these killers who left an innocent man to die and leave his family behind to fend for themselves without any income and will likely be thrown on the streets and go hungry since they cant afford their house or food anymore.' Well, with confidence and minimal research I can can proudly tell you it was indeed, without a shadow of a doubt, Eli pepperjack and Steve."
The video of them froze, then zoomed in on their faces during the scuffle with the guard. There was a large flashing caption in black letters that said 'your welcome police,' then changed to 'Kill them for revenge, and free merch.' followed by their addresses. Then changed one last time to 'avenge the fallen guard. Click here to support his family during this tough time.'
Eli and Steve felt pits in their stomach grew deeper with every passing second. The entire conflict replayed in their heads. The more they thought about it, the worse they felt. How could they have been so reckless for it to come to this. Eli gave Steve a menacing glare.
"How could you do that!," he shouted at him.
"Hey, your the one that said 'oh, steve. Please help me.'"
"That doesnt imply killing."
"I didnt mean to kill him! I just wanted to make him let you go!"
"I just wanted to get away with no one getting hurt!"
"So I guess we both failed then!"
"Yeah, I guess we did." Eli said, feeling defeated.
Suddenly Steves eyes lit up
"Hey wait a second. This isnt actually happening. We can fix everything with a snap of our fingers!"
"What are you talking about. Of course this is really happening," Eli said firmly, hoping Steve would take the hint. With a quick snap of his fingers a rubber ball appeared in his hand. He began to bounce it off the wall repeatedly. He smiling an laughed like a little kid.
"No Steve, stop! This is my story, and I'm telling it."
"Why should I stop, your story is depressing. I never thought you were this dark"
"I'm not. I tried to make a interesting and fun story, it just turned down a dark path. I was going to fix it-"
"No need, I got this," interjected Steve.
Steve kinda took it over. Does this mean he doesn't need a full turn? Ugh, Kanjigars ghost help us all!
"First things first, we gotta undead the cop." Eli tried to protest but was cut off by guard materializing infront of him.
"Hey there trouble makers. Lovely day isnt it!" he exclaimed. "But, its the middle of the night," corrected Eli as he pulled back the curtain. The guard just shrugged.
"What are you doing here?" asked Steve.
"I dunno kid, you put me here."
"Whatever, just go away and be a part of someone elses figment of imagination."
"Anything you say boss," with that he gave a quick salute then evaporated into mist.
"Steve! Will you stop already. Wait your turn," said Eli. Steve ignored him and continued his thought process.
"I know! Next we need aliens!"
"Wait, what?" said Eli, just before the room started rumbling. The rumbling then turned into a full blown earthquake. His room shook violently. His toys and other junk rattled off the shelves and onto the floor. The only reason the house stood, was because of reasons. Eli held onto the leg of his bed for stability. Steve however, seemed unaffected by the violent churning of the entire room. He stood still and laughed while looking up. The ceiling then opened up, torn off the house. Severe winds filled the room, his paper and junk were flying everywhere as dangerous debris. He had a literal mini tornado in his room. An alien saucer then descended from the sky into view, above his now removed ceiling. Steve welcomed it with open arms while Eli clasped to his bed for dear life.
"Enough!" he yelled. This outburst caused a rippled soundwave to hit Steve, causing him to be thrown to the wall. It also had some kind of healing aspect. As it filled the room, everything that was in disrepair was reset. The ceiling was replaced, his room was returned the way it was, and the saucer vanished.
"Hey! Dude, what the heck?" Steve growled.
Eli took it back, yay. Thank goodness that was short lived.
Eli glanced around the room, inspecting it. "Huh. Well that worked," said Eli. Steve meanwhile groggily stood up.
"What the heck's your problem?" said Steve. Eli remained calm, trying not to escalate the issue anymore. There was a moment of silence. Steves face glowered with anger.
"You know what Steve, I'm done dealing with you." said Eli. Steves anger was replaced with confusion. "What are you talking ab-AAAHHHHHH." he screamed in a high pitched voice as a bottomless pit formed below him in place of the floor. His high pitch screeches echoed into nothingness as he fell further into the darkness. It then closed itself as if nothing happened. Eli nodded in triumph.
"Now that's taken care of, I can continue my story," he said to himself. "First I gotta edit the guards death. Lets make that injured and in the hospital, not dead. Yes that's much better. Now I just need an ending to end on a good note, hm..." He thought deeply on how to correct and end this off the rails and ruined story. "I know!," he exclaimed. He gathered and put on his creep slayers gear.
"I'll become the renegade of Arcadia. The one who dwells in the night, with no nowhere to go and nothing to do, except protect. I'll be the hero Arcadia doesn't need, but deserves. Wait, did I say that right? Eh, whatever. I will need to upgrade this equipment though." Simultaneously his clothes transformed into high tech armor. It then built itself up his arms and legs until he was in a full body exo suit. His helmet followed the same path and built around his head, transforming into a high tech face mask/helmet.
"Oh yeah, this is awesome!" he exclaimed. He reached to his pockets for a ninja star, however there were no pockets. Instead the ninja stars were held onto him with magnets where his pockets would be. He plucked one off to examine it. He held it between his fingers to his face and turned it, front and back. The ninja stars were black with etched techno patterns on it, with the brand 'Creep Slayerz' printed on one side in sleek bold letters. Below that it said 'Ice' in frosty white letters. He pulled out another one to see 'Ka-Boom' printed in bright red letters, with some of the letters being on fire. These were special throwing stars, labeled with their properties.
Eli smiled and was giddy with enthusiasm, even though you couldn't see it with his new face mask-helmet. "Onward! To save Arcadia!" He shouted.
"Elijah leslie pepperjack!. You better not be leaving this house at this hour young man! And you sure as heck are not doing any saving without doing your chores first!"
"Yes mom!" he shouted back in a deep and threatening voice. His helmet apparently came with a voice changer. despite Eli using the voice changer, he still sounded wimpy and whiny through it while calling down to his mom.
"Ugh, I cant even escape her in my fantasies," he moped.
"What was that!" his mom screeched.
"uh, nothing. Be right down," Eli responded quickly. "Creep slaya out," he whispered to himself, as he walked to the window. "I can still hear you," said his mom. He let out a whiny groan. "Your gonna get it now! Your on toilet cleaning for a month, you hear me!" Eli could hear the sound of his moms footsteps coming up the stairs. He knew he was really in for it now. Without thinking he threw himself out the window without opening it first. He fell to the ground, surrounded by shattered glass. Thanks to the new armor, he got up without a scratch.
"You better come right back here now young man, before I get really angry!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Eli swiftly sprinted and disappeared into night. He had a quick montage of parkour and punching other creeps. Followed by him using an ice star or two to freeze enemies in their tracks, or to evade police. Although, he typically just uses a smoke bomb when possible.~~~~~~
"So what do you think guys? I thought it was spectacular!" Many didnt seem to care, or really be paying attention, except Steve who was angrily staring at him with his arms crossed.
"I thought it was entertaining," said Jim.
"Yeah. Definitely better than Tobys at least," agreed Claire. Toby grunted and rolled his eyes.
"I must say young pepperjack, your story was indeed quite amusing," said Blinky.
"Amusing?" asked Aja. "I haven't heard of anything so awful since Steves ringtone." Steve shifted his glare to Aja, then diminished. He couldn't stay mad at her. He then turned back at Eli and regained his glare.
"What do you mean, 'awful?.' I know its not the greatest, but its not bad," he crossed his arms in irritation.
"You just said it was spectacular," she said dryly. "Well...I...uh," he struggled to find an appropriate response. Aja smirked.
"I bet you in five macrons or less I could tell I much better story than you. Actually, never mind. That would be too easy." "Hey," whined Eli.
"I challenge everyone to a battle of story telling! Best story gets a prize!," she exclaimed excitedly.
"What would the prize even be?" asked Jim. A moment of silence fell upon the table. Everyone one thought long and hard what prize they would want, and could possibly take home. Murmurs of suggestions came and went as the group struggled to decide.
"You know, I am a tech genius," Krell spoke up. The murmurs silenced. Everyones attention was on him. "Maybe I would be willing to donate my services to the winner, and build them whatever they want. Huh," Krell grinned. Eli grew giddy with excitement. He could make his creep slayer tech suit a reality!
"But, what happens if you win?" asked Toby. He shrugged and thought for a second.
I know! All of you humans must pay for my meal and dessert. I would say my sister too, but she's broke." Aja rolled her eyes. Everyone murmured in agreement. Once it was agreed upon, Krell smiled maniacally and went for the dessert menu.